Many rivers to cross but I can't seem to find my way over. Wandering, I am lost as I travel along the white cliffs of Dover. Many rivers to cross and it's only my will that keeps me alive. I've been licked, washed up for years, and I merely survive because of my pride.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1340 | 2013-02-27 07:09:04 | 87.95 | 98% |
| 1243 | 2012-09-17 01:36:02 | 70.20 | 94% |
| 1112 | 2011-12-03 19:03:39 | 66.08 | 97% |
| 744 | 2011-11-24 07:20:26 | 58.19 | 96% |